Page 167 of King of Pain

He’s a fucking vision on his knees for me.

All I can do is stare as he strokes me to full hardness, his eyes full of hunger.

“You have a really thick, beautiful cock, Chance.” Then, with zero hesitation, he takes me into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the head, savoring it.

“Oh shit,” I groan. The sight and feeling of his mouth on me for the first time paired with the unholy sounds he’s making—this is going to be over faster than it started.

Ant’s done testing the waters, apparently—he grabs my hips and starts working my cock over with his mouth like a man starved.

I yell out and grip the counter behind me for balance when he quickly figures out how to get me to the back of his throat.

“Holy fucking fuckity-fuck-fuck!” It’s not my most eloquent moment, but words aren’t wording in my brain right now. “Baby—”

Ant leans back and pops me out of his mouth and a line of precum trails from his lips to the head of my cock.

Aw fuck.

“Give it to me,” he says with a wink, then pulls me forward from the counter. He wraps one hand around to my backside and grabs a handful of cheek, then cradles my balls with the other hand and takes me all the way to the back of his throat again.

“Jesus, Ant,” I say, breathless, and gently feather my fingers through his hair. He uses the hand with a grip on my ass cheek to urge me to thrust into his mouth. I start with shallow, tentative thrusts, but he’s not having it. He grips my ass harder and pulls me aggressively forward. I give him what he wants, thrusting faster, deeper—and he groans around the base of my cock.

Watching myself disappear into his mouth, feeling his throat flex around me—fuck, it’s too much.

Ant releases my cock, raises the hand that was cradling my balls to his mouth, then sucks on two fingers while looking up at me through his lashes. Then he bottoms out on my cock again and slips those two fingers down behind my balls and explores until he finds—

“Ant—I’m—oh fuck—”

He just nods and pulls me impossibly deeper down his throat while his fingers tease my hole. I throw my head back and unload down his throat.

I grip his head harder and he just groans around me and takes it. He swallows pulse after pulse like a champ.

When I finally sag against the counter, chest heaving, Ant leans back on his heels, wipes the sweat from his brow, and casually adjusts the bulge in his jeans. Yeah, I’ll be taking care of that later.

When he looks up at me, smug and satisfied, I’m barely holding myself together.

“My God, your mouth,” I pant. “Do you not have a gag reflex?”

Ant shrugs and wipes the corner of his mouth. “Guess not.”

“Jesus, Ant. First lasagna and now blowjobs? You’ve ruined me for all others,” I murmur.

Ant raises a brow. “Good.”

“How the hell did you even know the hole teasing trick—”

He rolls his eyes and cuts me off. “I may be experiencing a lot of firsts, Chance, but I don’t live under a rock. Plus, there’s this new thing called porn.”

“Alright, ya brat,” I snark back while buttoning my jeans.

Not even sixty seconds after we’ve pulled ourselves together, the front door bursts open. Lexi strides in like she lives here, andGuinness runs over, wriggling into Ant’s arms after he drops to greet him with a grin.

That was close.

I make a mental note to start locking the damn door. Our friends have no concept of boundaries.

“Hey, Little G,” Ant coos, ruffling the fluff on Guinness’s head as the big furball whines and licks every inch of his face. “I missed you too, bud.”

Lexi’s got her hands on her hips, eyes sweeping over us like a mom clocking teenagers smoking weed in the basement. She takes in our mussed hair, rumpled clothes, and the flush still high on both our cheeks. Her grin turns wicked.